The morning mist had not yet lifted as the servants and maids of Grafen assembled in the grand hall, each dressed in crisp uniforms and standing at perfect attention. Abraham Maxilton, the chief butler, stood in front of them like a general before an army. His posture was impeccable, his white hair neatly combed, and his sharp eyes surveyed the group with a calm yet commanding air.
The day's training had begun.
"Form ranks," Abraham's deep voice echoed through the hall. Without hesitation, the maids and servants shifted into neat rows. There was no room for error under his watchful gaze.
